"I knew something was wrong with her when I told her for the third time to make me dinner and she was still just lying there. Speaking of which, nobody's made me dinner yet. As long as you guys are here in my house, how about if one of you makes me dinner?"

It may have been only the "non-verbal" bit that wasn't normal. He might have been quite used to the "not following commands" part and you don't know how often she lay on the bathroom floor to clean behind the toilet. Just a suggestion...

Normal is a pretty darn useful expression. Normal, or rather, blatantly repeating to a paramedic (I am a basic, no fun drugs or ET tubes for me) that the family said this is really not normal (he was apparently sharper that "your or me" normally and was barely half coherent) was what finally got the paramedic convinced that this was in fact a head trauma and I wasn't nuts for putting on a C-collar.

Hmmmm, I don't know. I mean, that's often the state I assume when I lock myself in the bathroom to hide from the kids - complete silence just might convince them I'm napping on the bathroom floor & they will give up and go away. Y'know, kinda like playing possum.

Maybe the EMTs should have spent a few minutes assuring her that the kids were not in the house & she just might have come round.

Dang, looks like my link above doesn't work. It was supposed to link to a story about the Cushing's Collection of cancerous brain specimens:

The Cushing collection in the Cushing/Whitney Medical Library at Yale University at 333 Cedar Street, New Haven, is open to the public Monday through Friday, 8 a.m. to 8 p.m.; Saturday, 10 a.m. to 8 p.m.; and Sunday, 9:30 a.m. to 8 p.m. (203) 785-5352.

Usually if I am on the bathroom floor I am (a) deathly ill with a GI virus and waving feebly to attract the attention of the death angel; or (b) scrubbing the floor and grumbling about the dirt. If (a), I am far too sick to go to the doctor, and if (b) I don't need to do so. Good thing I don't have a husband trying to decide if I am normal...

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